Page 28 of Adoring Delaney

Once the shock of him finding out I’d been pregnant wore off he’d go back to finding excuses about why we couldn’t be together. I knew Carter, or at least I knew the non-bossy one that had hundreds of reasons why we didn’t have a future. He’d remember those reasons soon.

So really I was doing us both a favor by lying to him and telling him I was over him and didn’t want to be with him. One day he’d thank me for it when he found someone that he could claim and they didn’t come with all the baggage we had.

“I just don’t love you anymore.”

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Ihad to force myself to stay upright.

Her lie was a close range shot to the heart, meant to leave me bleeding out on the floor. And it would’ve worked if I didn’t know she was full of shit.

“Maybe if you say that a few more times, Laney baby, you can convince yourself it’s the truth,” I told her.

She was getting more pissed by the second and I could feel the air in the room become turbulent and I knew she was gearing up to tell me off.

Better to let it all hang out now.

“You’re unbelievable. Keep behaving this way and I won’t have to convince myself of anything. You’ll do it for me.”

I. Was. Done.

I’d been standing far enough away to give her space but still smell the coconut lotion she’d smeared on her long, tanned legs. Far enough away I could beat back the urge to pull her into my arms and do shit to her that included my mouth, but did not include words.

The language that she and I only spoke, and when I engaged my mouth, she sang. She moaned and panted and cried out in pleasure. What she didn’t do was bitch, complain, or lie.

Her body couldn’t. It spoke the truth.

I started toward Delaney and she retreated. Her back hit a wall and she cornered herself in. She opened her mouth to speak, likely to spew more lies but I didn’t give her the opportunity. My mouth hit hers and my tongue swept in. She tried to struggle for three seconds, exactly three, I counted. After that her body softened, her tongue brushed mine, and she whimpered.

I took and she followed.

Fucking perfect.

I deepened the kiss to further prove my point, and my plan backfired in a big way when her back arched, pressing her tits into my chest and my dick twitched in my pants. My hands moved from her hips into her hair and tilted her head to the side and made an already seriously hot kiss hotter.

No one better.

Not that I’d kissed anyone other than her since I was a horny teenager playing the field. But there had been many before her and none had ever made me lose my mind, not like Delaney. When my lips were on hers nothing else existed.

And when she caught fire, she caught fire. Ever since the first time, after I’d taken her virginity. She was not shy in our bed. She allowed me to take what I needed but she did it in a way that was demanding and wild.

Every time I’d left I’d counted down the days until I got to see her, feel her, and taste her again. Every day I was gone I thought about her, and every night I’d dream about her.

Until the day I’d hesitated, that night and the ones after had been filled with nightmares.

Her hands went under my shirt. One traveled up, scorching a path up my back, the other dove into my shorts, finding my ass, and her nails dug into the muscle.

Without warning I tore my mouth from hers and she whimpered. Her eyelids half mast, lips red and puffy, a pretty blush on her cheeks.

“Carter,” she breathed.

Goddamn.

“Yeah, baby.”

Her eyes snapped all the way open and she blinked away the remaining hunger.

“Carter!” Both of her hands came out of my clothing and she tried to step away but she was backed to the wall.

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